acres of longing, mountains of tenderness
How much of Amalia's time is spent in the shower, and how much listening anxiously at the door, debating trying to find a way out of a window or simply breaking through a wall? It's hard to know for sure, but needless to say the ratio skews distinctly in the direction one might expect. It takes her time and a great deal of talking-down to finally step into the room, and even when she does it's with a great deal of trepidation, her eyes flitting anxiously between the two (three?) men on the bed.
There's a moment where Amalia only stares, a shy and uncertain smile on her face. There's another beat where she seriously considers making a run for it. And then there's the moments after where she finds herself walking forward, shifting as she does, until it's a snow leopard who throws herself upon the bed, purring aggressively and pressing her head against Remi as she lets her relief and love and apology trickle through the bond. It's easier than being in her own skin, especially considering the way that skin was just pressed against Ronin's.
Welcome back, Amalia purrs through the Attuned bond, her own memories of the illness coloring the words with the utmost empathy and joy for her friend. I missed you.
There's a moment where Amalia only stares, a shy and uncertain smile on her face. There's another beat where she seriously considers making a run for it. And then there's the moments after where she finds herself walking forward, shifting as she does, until it's a snow leopard who throws herself upon the bed, purring aggressively and pressing her head against Remi as she lets her relief and love and apology trickle through the bond. It's easier than being in her own skin, especially considering the way that skin was just pressed against Ronin's.
Welcome back, Amalia purrs through the Attuned bond, her own memories of the illness coloring the words with the utmost empathy and joy for her friend. I missed you.
Amalia
